Saturday, unexpected visit to MöT cafe and no expectations were met. Emotions jumped as pendulum from wonder to affection. As a result… I just became rational. I won’t believe that almost in a year nobody has complained to the same things that I noticed in one day.

Interior – home like atmosphere, a “granny’s house “: heavy portieres with, soft sofas, crystal-like vases. Cuteness. But all smells from kitchen – fat, smoke and some fish – were felt in the hall so strongly that there was a wish to sit on a windy terrace. Showcases for desserts rustled so much that you couldn’t hear soft music sometimes. It is necessary to remove these distractions urgently.

Such: at once meet, take the order, try to smooth mistakes of kitchen. There are no obvious complaints on work, but some waitress answers puzzled me.

Food. I haven’t managed to photograph the menu, on the websites information is absent so I provide names of dishes only by memoires.

Bread basket – two types of bread, obviously from store. Nevertheless, felt joy from sugar croutons with cinnamon, which were brought to the tea.

From snacks there were Caesar salads and soups – no-no. So I take heavy artillery – the beef. I have waited normal 25-30 minutes, but… after I tried the meat, my heart dropped. Instead of ordered medium, I received well done. It was ruined meat, dry and too seasoned with pepper. I cut off three pieces from all sides, hoping to find pinky flesh. No trace of it. The waitress apologised and suggested to remake the dish, but the waiting time would be again half an hour. Have mercy on me… I ate salad, potatoes and red onion marmalade. “It wasn’t pleasant at all?” – a personnel question was totally inappropriate, as the reason I told her earlier.

There was still hope for dessert, for the sake of which I actually came here. From Belgian wafers, wafer tubules and cones I have chosen the first ones. Stuffings per 50 EUR cents guest can choose on his own. I took strawberry (I know-know, but bilberry wasn’t here anymore), ice cream and a bit of chocolate syrup. Do I have some sick idea of Belgian wafers? I expected soft, a little stretchy, spongy ones. I had aromatic gold wafers, but so dry that fell to pieces from a fork touch. “Dry, – I say to the waitress. – What can make them moisten somehow, when I order next time”. “Tastes differ”, – I get the reply.

Sum. There won’t be any next time. Ruined meat almost 18 EUR – it not the first day of cook’s work, right? Ruined wafers, which you could only enjoy smelling. What is the reason behind all this nonsense, I have no idea.